“Pies, Pies, Pies” (1961), by Wayne Thiebaud.
“My work is almost a caricature of time. You can look at it like a commercial illustration and grasp very quickly what it is—it’s a hot dog, it’s a piece of pie, it’s a bow tie. Only when you look at it for a long time do you see how funny it is, how changed it is from what appeared to be a real thing into this collection of multidimensional perceptions. At least, that’s what I hope it is. You begin to see its changes, its accent, its deliberateness, its lack of detail, combined with and juxtaposed with a very closed and acrid point of time. This is the wonder of painting—and I’m not talking about just my painting. There are parallel universes and little miracles of other worlds.”